…..

… “Where do we go?” The dog just leads along not stopping. Zara ties her coat coloured like moss tighter around her. Her sheepskin boots squeak constantly and she starts getting blisters. She tries to get a glimps of the run down village down below in the valley that she saw earlier this morning. But the leaden clouds don’t allow to see more than the little wood in front of them…..

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